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Amyrah Jun 2019
Scent of perfume stops me dead.
I stand there frozen unaware,
I turn around hoping you're there.
Bereniké Nov 2018
As the wind whistles through my ears¨
I turn to the beautiful sunset.
Waiting for tomorrow.
Ormond Aug 2017
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Love in garden rose
Her little hands twining tight
Heart rapt in tendril

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Kimberly Lore Apr 2017
Beauty is fleeting
Time is more precious than gold
The heart is what lasts
Isabelle Apr 2017
A haiku a day
Keeps my sanity at bay
A refreshing way
Haikus are lovely :)
ConnectHook Apr 2017
Jewish activists lay dining,
publicans with plebes aligned;
upon the Roman chaise reclining:
Israelites well-bred (and wined).

Jesus never did wax wroth
while brokering deals for global fail.
No martyr’s noble tablecloth
enfolded Christ, Omega male.

Messiah, Lord of marketing
was favorably credit-rated.
Power points to Christ as king;
One worthy to be worshiped/hated.

Beta beasts and Alpha tyrants
rich investments when installed
tabulate their dull aspirants
chewing cud and unappalled .

Many a sociopathic brute
has steered the bride (Christ’s clueless wife)
away from every attribute
pursuant to eternal life.

You ****** better not forget
when trees get watered at the root
and global profit rises yet
that Jesus wore a business suit.
NaPoWriMo # 16

A frog croaks: Basho
Plop. Haiku enters your mind.
Barely a ripple…
Ormond Aug 2012
Love in garden rose
Her little hands twining tight
Heart rapt in tendril
Scarlet Keiller Apr 2017
Somewhere within me
lies a girl, but this face is
just cracked plaster.
~~ They thought they were renovating me. Turns out, it was a burial. ~~
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